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The Curse of the Green Dragon

Chapter 2:

Ginny ran to her room as fast as her legs could carry her, although with every step they weakened. *How could this be?!?* she thought. *My boyfriend, my love, the man I had just given myself to was cheating on me! Not only was he cheating on me but with a guy and not just any guy but the most hated person in the school!!!!!* She slammed through the door at great speed and fell to the ground. Her head down. *Thank God I'm a Prefect*. She had her own room and didn't have to deal with the girls inquiring questions. Slowly she lifted her head and all of the visions before her started to melt into a world of discomfort. And there she was with her arms wrapped around her knees rocking on the floor, all alone, while Harry screwed around with that ferret, Malfoy. With this though she cracked, she screamed with dread at the top of her lungs, and then the tears came and they poured down her face in buckets. Ginny's cheeks burned as the tears rolled down her face. It was hard for her to breathe. Her world was collapsing around her and she didn't have any power whatsoever to stop it. Her screams echoed the room. Her throat started to burn with pain from all the screaming but she didn't care anymore. This was hell and she couldn't keep it inside anymore. She sat there for what felt like hours. Ginny swiftly got up and went over to her dressing closet and opened the bottom drawer. She opened a secret compartment and pulled out a large bottle filled with a bright green liquid. She stared at the contents for a moment then ripped the cap off the top of the bottle. She put the bottle up to her lips and tilted the contents from the bottle down her throat. For the first few seconds the cool green liquid burned the back of her throat but it was a burning sensation that Ginny needed. She lowered the bottle away from her mouth. She needed to catch her breath from the burning. Her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts. She lifted the bottle back to her mouth and swallowed the rest of the green fire in a bottle. She couldn't concentrate. She needed to think. Ginny threw the bottle against her door causing a loud crash to echo throughout the room. Glass splattered all along her bedroom floor, but she didn't care. Ginny threw herself onto her bed with her face down into her pillows. She looked at her night stand and saw a picture of Harry holding Ginny in his arms at one of the little shops he took her into at Hogsmeade. The way her eyes look when she looked into Harry's eyes was memorizing. They both looked so happy. She lifted her head up from the pillow and reached over and picked up the Golden picture frame that was encrusted with red and amber rhinestones that Hermionie gave Ginny for her 16th birthday. Her eyes were transfixed with the picture as her finger traced the lining of Harry's face. Her grasp on the frame tightened then with one swift movement of her forearm the picture was hurled toward the wall breaking into pieces. Ginny sprang up from her bed and started screaming and tearing into the bed sheets with her fingernails. The pillows were ripped to shreds, the feathers drifted all over. The mattress was flipped over and the bed frame was broken. Mirrors and windows were shattered and walls had dents from the many objects thrown upon it. Ginny's weakened body was leaning up against the wall. She felt something dripping down her wrists and was afraid to look down. Slowly her frail form was sliding down to the floor. When she touched the cold stone floor her thoughts were erased from her mind long enough for her to get to a dreamless sleep, hoping that someone would come to her well needed rescue.......